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... Hell Receive thy new possessor : one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time . The mind is its own place , and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell , a Hell of Heaven . What matter where , if I be still the same , And what I ...
... Hell Receive thy new possessor : one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time . The mind is its own place , and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell , a Hell of Heaven . What matter where , if I be still the same , And what I ...
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... Hell heard the unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heaven ruining from Heaven , and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine days they fell ; confounded Chaos roared ...
... Hell heard the unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heaven ruining from Heaven , and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine days they fell ; confounded Chaos roared ...
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... Hell . As when two polar winds blowing adverse Upon the Cronian Sea , together drive Mountains of ice , that stop the imagined way Beyond Petsora eastward , to the rich Cathaian coast . The aggregated soil Death with his mace petrific ...
... Hell . As when two polar winds blowing adverse Upon the Cronian Sea , together drive Mountains of ice , that stop the imagined way Beyond Petsora eastward , to the rich Cathaian coast . The aggregated soil Death with his mace petrific ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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